pumpkin french toast with goat cheese and plum scuffs on leather boots a truck driver in kitten heels existing between dusty bookshelves this is my “yang era“
my anthropology professor shows us that eternity was born in the village Petra a Romanian woman in rags deep lines etched in her dough face spends her days gazing at tomatoes growing on the vine when a smoggy car zooms by her garden she recalls the happiest moment in her life a motorcycle ride with her late husband
these days interviewing Uma hot pink toes pressed into the Persian carpet burning moxa at both ends trying to heal
these days I visit the smoke shop with my lover but dread kisses that taste like tar and heavy metal he says, “if I’m not out in 3 minutes, I give you head, if I’m out in 3 minutes, I give you head.” I get head.
after watching Anora
sex symbol of the season
vixen in sable
we stand under the neon glow of the Alamo
and I ask my lover to share a cigarette
because it looked cool in the movie
I don’t inhale sharply
I have no need for the dizzy buzz
just the way the smoke unravels
from my lips
and floats
up
up
upthese days green velvet and fishnets and the pink polka dot scarf that I’ve worn since I was seven taut midnight hide fashioned into a vest a pair of pants a pair of kinky boots makes its appearance at the Castro cafe this is my “sextrology bloggera” planning my days by the planets trine on Tuesday sextile on Saturday Uma wears green for Mercury’s day an act of mindfulness she says
Santa Cruz had no real intellectuals– disciples of the seasons– it is a town that never changes but the San Franciscans know all about flux so they live accordingly
these days getting lost in the hay maze and dressing like Suzi Quatro back to the place where it all began where I hit Liam’s blue raspberry vape in tenth grade and fell backwards into the bales this time I am twenty-one I almost start crying in the haunted house mostly because I’m scared of the dark and have entered into the land of nightmare fuel the land of nightmare fuel is also the land of digital dreams is also the land of no land and although I enter every day– it is the internet after all– I am more scared of what I cannot see